Poems in Different Forms

These are several poems I have written since May. They are all in different formats.

Haiku:

Quietness engulfs

The night, the fresh cool winds shake

The sakura trees.

Acrostic:

Mountain

Massive titan! Thou had lived

On Earth for millions of years

Under the rule of Mother Gaia.

None ever dare to challenge

Thou strength. Thou could withstand the relentless

Attacks of the Poseidon’s storms and the

Infinitely powerful gales. Thou unmovable body protects and

Nurtures us from the wrath of Gods! O great mountains!

Ode:

Ode to grass

O great Grass Empress, your grace surpasses every living thing.

Each of your strands helps your allure.

Your eternal green unfaded domains

Outmatch even the intense, ephemeral rose beauty,

Who quickly wilts and falls after spring.

O great Empress, your strands are small and fragile

Like a delicate wine glass,

Yet tenacious like an unending river flow.

Though gardeners may cut every of your grass blades,

Cows chomp on your small precious underlings,

Or the sun bakes each of your strands

Until your whole territory turns into a crisp yellow field,

If you still have one of your roots alive,

You will turn your entire barren territory

Into a lushful green field again

As if you can stand against Nature!

O great Empress, your strength alone

Couldn’t be compared to your kindness.

Your territory has long been

The food and the loo for

Goats, cows, deer, and rabbits.

People would stand on you,

Jump and trample over your underlings

Mow you down if you grow too high

Cut you and change your appearance

Until they are satisfied.

Yet, you do not incur your wrath on any,

But continue to envelope the world

In a gentle, peaceful green.

You are like the powerful

Mother Gaia who was born from Chaos,

But differ in that

You are more caressing.

Limerick:

A flower so in love with her face,

She looked in the puddle for her grace.

Ev’ry day smiling,

Her face alluring,

Until she wilts quickly in disgrace.

Free verse:

You in my world

You are the clear blue waves

Hitting the shore rhythmically

The shiny ocean on which lays

The light that shatters on its back.

You are the small blooming flower,

Whose growth makes even birds smile

The bees and the grass dance

The forest shakes with your bloom

You are the sun in my sky

Brightening every piece of my world.

Your light shows to my eyes

The beauty of my own world.

Epigram:

Black or white?

Perhaps you may believe that

Black and white are opposite colours.

But how do you find white

When black is not existent?

Sonnet:

The sacrifice

Stepping into the depth of the wolf’s lair

Sweats do stick to his clothes. His tingling hairs

Raise quite sharply. There is no passerby.

In the deep dark forest does the den lie

Presence of the thick, black, humid, hot air.

Vast deep darkness did shone the bright eye pair

So sharp it could penetrate a small fly

Far ‘way. Its own brightness does blind his eyes.

Great growl, loud and sudden, gives him good scare

Large, imposing figure appears, fangs bare

Upon the small traveler its cubs fly.

Its existence not heaven can defy.

His death is the beast’s annu'l sacrifice

Which prevents the village from turn’ng to ice.

Concrete:

An hourglass

An hourglass could be imagined as

Two different worlds, one falling slowly to another.

One is the present world itself, in which each grain of sand

Represents a foreseeable action that will happen soon

While the other side is the future world itself, which

slowly, yet inevitably, merge with the sands

Carried by the present world.

Each drip of sand records

The time

And

The history

Of the human history,

An inevitable path of war

Peace, negotiations, then war again.

The sands of time pass by continuously,

Uncaring about the cries of the people and deaths.

Though as slow as turtles can walk, they are unstoppable.

After all of the grains of sand fall down to the bottom

The hourglass flips, the the cycle starts once again.